The Primordial Record novel Chapter 814

Chapter 814 New Players

?Circe believed that if nothing changed on the surface and very quickly, the book she was reading would be among the last remnants of Trion's glorious history, no matter how you looked at it, in its way, Trion had left a mark in the universe, but as sudden as a blink of an eye, a single decision was turning the planet upside down.

This was a stark reminder of the power to shatter their existence that lay in the hands of every god. Such power was also in her hands, but she would die first than corrupt everything that she held to be sacred. Life should not be so cheap, no matter how easy it is to take it.

The problem arises when the gods in question are mostly mad or apathetic to the plight of mortals, and the worst of this lot were the Trion gods who seemed to enjoy suffering and depravity.

From what she had seen inside the Vault of Boreas, the gods were also in their own hell, and they had begun to share this pain with the mortals.

There would be no good end to this madness. More than ever, she wanted it all to cease, and she prayed for the return of Rowan, as she wondered inside her; what would be the fate of Trion and the rest of the universe if Rowan did not exist?

She would rather not find out. An example was already displayed here, and it was already breaking her heart.

Circe continued reading for the next eight hours before she returned the last book to the shelf, being immortal meant her soul could contain all the information she had ever read, and she could perfectly recollect all the details in the 15,676 books she had been reading for the last seventeen hours. She rolled her shoulders, dissipating the extremely minor fatigue that had built up after staying still for close to a day, and turned around to the tip of a spear an inch away from her throat.

Although the spear was not touching her skin, the sharpness of its blade had already cut through her skin which was supposed to be harder than diamond, and the wound was surprisingly not healing.

She held her breath and stopped herself from swallowing as her blood slowly pooled around her neck. Circe traced the handle of the spear that was firmly gripped by a fair hand, up to the face of a woman with green eyes and wings like an eagle, who looked down at her with disdain. The woman was statuesque, a bit over seven feet tall, with an imposing presence that froze the surrounding space.

Circe was a powerful Major god and she knew she could stand toe to toe with any of the gods of Trion, but before the gaze of this woman, she knew she was outmatched. Her powers did not overwhelm her, Circe could sense that she was a High god, but the energy she gave felt incredibly dense, so much so that if she was not experiencing it with her body she would have thought it was impossible.

The only word Circe could find for it was complete. Her powers felt complete as if they encapsulated everything that was of significance, leaving nothing to waste. Even if Circe could equal her in might, it would be like pushing a slight puff of wind before a steel wall.

This was not a god of Trion, in appearance or Aura, there was nothing linking her to this world, she was a new factor.